No matter how many times you were gifted costly clothing, accessories, or bags, you continued to pout in the mall's expensive brand's area.

The sales women are already staring at you anxiously, as though they would all lose their jobs if they didn't meet your expectations. This is accurate because the individual standing next to you controls the entire mall's brand.

Byron sighs and rises to his knees in front of yo, just to meet your frowning face.

"Darling... stop it already... just pick what you need for the party later."

The man offering to comfort you is none other than Byron Quincy, your husband. He is a well-known businessman with several companies across the nation, and the two of you had an event to attend that evening.

With a resignation and another deep sigh, Byron speaks again.

"Fine... Here take this black card."

He gives you the notorious "black card", which is exclusively held by those with absurdly large balances in their accounts.

"But as many bubbles as you want but make sure to came back here with a smile."